the epi BELONGED to Maya Ali! the disbelief, the disgust, the frustration, the helplessness, the RAGE! she showed it all! wanting to break down and cry but forcing herself to wipe the tears and compose herself..oh, to be a woman ain't for the weak 💔
iss bandi ne css paas kr lia, assistant commissioner bnn gai, apni beti ki khud se parwarish kr rhi hai, acha khasa raub hai lekin nai- shadi nhi ki dubara toh iska matlb kuch nhi haasil kia zindagi mein aur move on kia
i saw a video of this couple arguing where woman was upset cause she wasn't getting the perfect picture she wanted while her man was worried whether she'd have enough energy left to make it back down safely. oh god to be loved liked THIS!!!
He ghosted me after four months. No fight, no explanation, just silence.
One text a day for a week. Then nothing. I told myself he died, honestly, because that felt more likely than a grown man just… vanishing.
Eighteen months later, he texted like nothing happened: “hey stranger, thinking about you.”
I stared at that text for ten minutes before I responded.
“Who is this.”
“lol it’s Marcus. Been a while huh”
Been a while. Eighteen months of silence, reduced to “been a while,” like I’d misplaced him instead of grieved him.
I asked the only question that mattered: “Why’d you disappear?”
He answered faster than I expected.
“Ngl I panicked. Things were getting real and I wasn’t ready. Kept meaning to text you back and then it got so long it felt weird to reach out.”
Eighteen months of “it felt weird.”
Meanwhile I’d spent four of those months thinking I did something wrong. Two more in therapy unpacking why. The rest slowly, quietly, becoming someone who trusted people less.
Then came the real reason he’d resurfaced: “anyway I saw you got that promotion, congrats. we should catch up sometime”
He hadn’t come back for closure. He’d come back because he saw I was doing well.
I typed three different responses. Deleted all three.
Then I just left him on read — the same silence he gave me, sent right back, eighteen months later, with interest.